Just Friends
He says he's sorry well I am too.
He says he's guilt stricken well I am too.
He says he loves me well I love him but, it's not the same.
We were once happy lovers,
Now we're awkward friends,
I still love him and want what we had,
He still loves me and just wants a friend.
I can smile and pretend a friend is all I need.
I can smile and pretend that I'm just fine.
But the truth is- I'm crying on the inside and need more than a friend.
He doesn't know. He says he can't be that man. I know he could be.
I'm broken and not "fine". Does he even know?
Can he see through this mask I wear?
Can he see the hurt buried inside?
I can live with just "being friends",
But I'll live secretly sad, secretly broken, and secretly hurting.
But in truth- Who really cares? He doesn't seem to anymore and it hurts.
So when I look away, I smile and say "I'm fine",
Remember that I'm really broken.
So when I say that "I'm glad were friends",
Remember that it's true but, that I don't just want a friend-
I want you.